New Year’s Resolution: Part VI

So, I finally finished cleaning out my emails of over 98,000 pieces of junk mail and I came across reader emails from 2013 and 14 that I never saw. I depended too much on Outlook to download my emails to my computer and phone and that was definitely a mistake. It is going to take some time, but I am going to respond to every single one of them.

I can’t however guarantee that some emails slipped the crack, were accidentally deleted or sent to the junk box by mistake.

I’m very sorry for this and I hope you will accept my apologies for what I can only describe as an incredibly rude act. When a reader takes the time to write to me and express their thoughts on my books, thank me for me for my work, and just share an inspiring story, it’s my job to respond and thank you for your kindness.

I’m deeply embarrassed by this and hope that you can forgive me,

R.L.

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New Year’s Resolution:

One More For The Heck of It

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Go away,” Zoe mumbled into her pillow as the bastard that she never should have married ran his fingers over her side, tickling her and once again stopping her from going back to sleep.

“Don’t you love me anymore?” Trevor asked, sounding like he was pouting as he continued to tickle her ribs.

“No!” she shouted with a sob as she rolled over onto her side and curled into a ball.

“But, baby, I wuv you so much!” the sick bastard said in a syrupy sweet voice as he curled his large, and most importantly, warm body around hers.

“Then let me sleep!” she cried, wondering why he was doing this to her after everything that they’d been through.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” he pointed out with a soft sigh as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled back tighter against his body.

“Then shouldn’t you be spending time with the kids so that I can sleep?” she asked, so close to crying.

“They’re sleeping over Jason’s,” he said, sounding quite pleased with himself as his hand slid up over her stomach and found her breast.

“Then shouldn’t you go with them?” she demanded with a pathetic groan as she closed her eyes, determined to ignore him.

“I probably should,” he murmured, giving her breast a gentle squeeze, “but then we couldn’t spend the day together.”

“I don’t want to spend the day together,” she grumbled, more determined than ever to ignore him.

“Would you like me to leave?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” he asked as he pulled his hand back and pushed it back so that her nipple was trapped between two fingers.

“Yes!”

“But last week you were telling me how much you wished that we could spend more time together,” he whispered with a chuckle as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her jawline.

“That was last week and I had pure caffeine streaming through my veins!”

“You say that as though you don’t love me,” he said with a pout as he gave her breast a squeeze before gently pulling on her nipple, teasing it and stealing a moan from her pressed lips.

“I don’t!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Cause you don’t feel like you hate me,” he mused as he pressed that large battering ram between his legs against her, sliding the tip against her slit and worked another moan from her lips, one that she desperately wanted to keep at bay.

“Why won’t you let me sleep?” she asked even as she spread her legs and pushed her bottom back.

“Probably because you didn’t let me sleep for two weeks straight,” he said, not sounding particularly mad as he shifted behind her until the tip was pushing against her slit.

She groaned as he slowly pushed his way inside her. “I can’t be held responsible for what I did under the influence of coffee.”

“Really? Because you seemed like you were enjoying yourself,” he said, reminding her of all those times that she’d woken him up so that she could have her way with him.

Those had been good times…

“It was the caffeine,” she said absently as she thought about that one time that she’d woken him up by taking him into her mouth and what had happened afterward.

God, he had such a talented tongue.

He pushed the rest of the way inside her, earning a gasp and making her decide that yes, yes she could handle staying awake for a little bit longer as long as she waited for him to start moving.

Why wasn’t he moving? she wondered a minute later, starting to become a bit frustrated thanks to his fingers teasing her nipples and the large-

“You know what?” he suddenly said as he slowly pulled out of her. “You’re right. I should let you sleep.”

It took her a few seconds to make sense out of what he’d just said and by the time that her sleep deprived mind had finally caught up, he was climbing out of the bed and pulling on a pair of jeans.

“Wait!” she said, sitting up and making a mad grab for him only to find the bastard stepping out of her reach and leaving her sitting there, completely unsatisfied, frustrated and wide awake.

“Enjoy your nap,” the evil bastard said with a wink as he walked out, closing the door behind him, and leaving her sitting there, trembling, pouting, and regretting ever touching the delicious elixir that had been her downfall.

With a groan, she dropped back down onto the bed, curled up into a ball and waited for exhaustion to once again take over. After a few minutes she said the hell with it, pushed the blankets aside and decided to go find her husband so that he could finish what he’d started.